Sheng Mo received several photos.
In the photos, Shen Qingling was smiling with unparalleled tenderness at another girl.
She had never seen Shen Qingling wear such a smile before.
Never.
He had even brought flowers.
How romantic.
A massive storm seemed to be brewing in Sheng Mo's eyes.
How could her dog wag his tail at someone else?
A disobedient puppy needed a lesson.
Shen Qingling was completely unaware of the approaching storm.
On that bright, sunny afternoon, he met the little angel, Lin Xingmian.
Before Shen Qingling arrived, the girl had already been waiting eagerly at the door for a long time.
She wore an exquisite white dress with a soft cardigan over it, her hair hanging loose as she stood in the sunlight like an elf.
She had not dressed up so carefully in a long time. Her sister had bought her this new outfit, and she had been looking forward to today for an entire week, counting the days on her fingers.
To her, every moment spent anticipating Shen Qingling felt like waiting for happiness to arrive.
Having something to wait for had rekindled her hope for life.
The instant Shen Qingling appeared, the light in her eyes brightened.
Walking closer to him meant walking closer to happiness.
She restrained her excitement. Her face had turned red from the sun, and she nervously clutched the hem of her clothes.
Lin Xingmian lowered her head. "Good afternoon, Teacher Shen."
The girl's long lashes trembled like a butterfly about to take flight, reminding Shen Qingling of the afternoon when she had kissed a butterfly.
He smiled gently and bent down to stroke Lin Xingmian's hair. "Good afternoon, Mianmian."
A large bouquet of beautiful flowers entered her sight, and Lin Xingmian looked up in surprise.
Teacher Shen had brought her